December 29, 2009

"The Rules of Chess" [by Lindsay Daigle]

There are eight pawns, like a city. They are babies cast
down the river. The knights disappear into an L-shaped darkness, two fiery
preachers. Each bishop drives drunk in sideways rain. Rooks turn their collars
up, muffle doubtful sighs. The one king resurrects slowly. The queen plays
dead, is a stubborn ghost.

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"The Rules of Chess" [by Lindsay Daigle]

There are eight pawns, like a city. They are babies cast
down the river. The knights disappear into an L-shaped darkness, two fiery
preachers. Each bishop drives drunk in sideways rain. Rooks turn their collars
up, muffle doubtful sighs. The one king resurrects slowly. The queen plays
dead, is a stubborn ghost.